There were only two people in the office when Wen Runuan spoke, and the woman who was cutting the fabric couldn’t help but lift her head, pushing up the frame of her glasses with a puzzled look at the woman sitting on the sofa.
"If you want to know about her past, why don’t you come over and rest for a while? I should know quite a bit about her," she said.
Wen Runuan had been enduring silently at Jingshang for quite a few years without making a move, Qin Mu thought this perhaps had much to do with Jing Qing’s relationship after all, so she later sat with her on the sofa and had tea.
"It was after she attempted suicide that news of her getting engaged to President Mu spread throughout the city. From that point on, I dared not compete with her anymore. The drama I starred in this year was also shot around that time. Back then, President Mu and the Jing Family were suppressing Jingshang, so President Zhang had no choice but to shelve my drama and broadcast several of her dramas on various channels instead."
Indeed, it was from that time that Jing Qing began to rise to fame.
"Which year was it? The year Jing Qing attempted suicide."
"It seems it was two or three years ago, in the winter," Wen Runuan said pensively as she held the teacup. She looked at the high-quality tea leaves and smelled the aroma, and although she liked it, she still put the teacup down.
Qin Mu thought back to the first time she had been intimate with Mu Yichen. He had left before dawn and didn’t see her again for a long time after that.
In other words, it was probably around that time that Jing Qing attempted suicide.
Qin Mu hadn’t expected Jing Qing to have the courage to do something like that; she wouldn’t dare attempt such a thing herself.
Returning to her senses, she looked down and softly asked Wen Runuan who had set down her teacup.
"No, it’s because I’m planning to have a baby."
Wen Runuan didn’t feel the need to hide this from her, but it still took Qin Mu by surprise. Wasn’t this the peak of her career? Was it really the right time to have a baby?
"I know what you’re thinking, but President Zhang isn’t getting any younger."
"So are you two planning to get married?"
Qin Mu asked curiously.
"Not really, aren’t you and President Mu also not married? A woman doesn’t only consider having a baby for a man after getting married, right?"
Qin Mu couldn’t refute, nor could she agree, and could only offer a sincere smile.
When she gave birth to Huanhuan back in the day, it was for herself, not because of Mu Yichen.
But she had also thought, if she had had a loving family back then, wouldn’t she have wanted to keep the baby? It would definitely have been their child, after all.
Thinking of the bond they had shared since childhood...
"If you think it’s worth it, then it’s worth it."
Qin Mu said in a low voice.
"Yes, I think it’s worth it. I’ll take a year off from filming after I get pregnant, but I don’t think I’ll disappear without a trace this time, will I?"
Wen Runuan asked tentatively.
Wen Runuan also smiled at her, but as they were chatting, Xiaomei suddenly ran up: Qinqin, Qin Mingzhu and her mother are here.
Qin Mu cast a doubtful glance towards the door, but then responded with composure: I know!
"It looks like we’ll have to continue our chat another day."
"That’s fine. I’ll get your gown ready in the next few days, and we’ll see each other then."
Wen Runuan got up, walked downstairs shoulder to shoulder with Qin Mu, and the mother-daughter pair sitting in the downstairs reception area were startled to see them together, both staring at Qin Mu and Wen Runuan with wide eyes.
Wen Runuan bid farewell to Qin Mu at the door and left. Qin Mu watched her get into the nanny car and drive away, then turned back to the reception area.
"Was that Wen Runuan just now? Are you two close?"
Qin Mingzhu asked unconsciously what was on her mind.
"That’s probably none of your business, state your purpose here."
Qin Mu sat on a single sofa beside them, her hands gently clasped together as she looked at the mother and daughter.
"Since you’re being so candid, I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve heard that you make good cheongsams, and next month I’m going with Mingzhu’s dad to an important event, so I’ve come to you for one."
Xiaomei, who happened to be walking by with some documents, couldn’t help but shoot Zhang Rujia a look as if she were seeing a monster when she heard this.
"What’s that look for? My mom wants you to make a cheongsam for her because she respects you."
"But not just anyone gets a cheongsam made by Qinqin."
As Qin Mingzhu frowned at Qin Mu’s expressionless response, Xiaomei, clutching the documents, said authoritatively.
Qin Mingzhu immediately glared at her: Who do you think you are? Is this your place to speak?
"She’s my most capable assistant. Do you say she has the right to speak or not?" Qin Mu asked with an icy tone.